This mess inside that burns my life, that makes me run and want to hide.
But I can't hide, no I won't lie; I will stay here, I will reside.
This thing won't die, this thing steals life; this thing I hate and will sacrifice.
I need new life, not the same old lie; I need new life, to make me right.
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